The eyes of the underworld

Now I cross into existence, Now I cross into beyond 

I walk the miles into the unknown distance 

My eyes are shut, glued to the core of the invisible world 

The eyes of the underworld are staring at me 

Lurking into the realm of desire, hankering my pure innocence 

There is no natural rhythm of evolution and unfolding 

Blindness’ is a perpetual wheel of development 

The only eternal teaching that the visible world has 

The eyes of the underworld are seizing all hope 

Like an army of the death they are endlessly interfering 

By Victoria Odey

Inspire Creativity

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